(intro) believe me, if i started murdering people… there’d be none of you left.

(verse) basically, hit you with the hard n*gg* recipe f*ck you! if you ain’t with me, you’re next to me (f*ck you! ) i ain’t one for the small talk goes to get it in it like nucky on boardwalk real grinding n*gg* though, i’mma let the 4 talk you ain’t got to hear me dog, you could hear the lower talk uzzi at the place when the shawty blow the doors off free my dollar bills and killin n*gg*s that they kid me nothing on yo b*tch face, rain is in the sick place maybe it’s the wax or the fact that i’m sh*t phased rap spelled backwards is par – you ain’t up to that if your sh*t sound whack i had enough of that f*ck em all from the bottom to the top if you left it up to me, yea all of em be shot a bullseye on the forehead f*ck whack rappers, leave em all dead

(interlude) why do you wanna call me a murderer for? i’ve never killed anyone i don’t need to kill anyone i think it

(verse) voices in the attic, bodies in the bas*m*nt people under the stairs hold my guns and chasin when i buy a brick i bring the best set to taste it zombies out here, yea this sh*t is like a wasteland i don’t give a f*ck about no godd*mn bath salts p91 to blow half of your m*ss off face all over the asphalt no track down here but whips is like nascar weed in the gl*ss jar, shot em in the head ‘cause the trash words then i got ghosts like casper no, i get ghosts like myself if i rap like you i put the toast to myself i sh*t on you, the mic booth in your board why don’t you find a bridge and bungee with no chord or build yourself a pool full of swords dive in it, next time you rhyme put your mind in it

(verse) the healthiest n*gg* in new york, smoking newport’s i’m not a new boos, i’m in the new porsche my nike sneakers, it be my like sneakers jogging on the beach with my wife beaters word to obama mama, jeffrey dammer drama swiss got keys, pianos and alicia when i be talkin keys i’m talkin c*ke and the keisha i know chicks that swallow c*m and they still suck it miscarriage hoes, fowl cuz they still f*ckin you know the deal, they don’t even wait to heal my booster b*tches – they can’t even wait to steal my favorite s*x position is the 69 i f*ck er at 6 while holdin my 9 amsterdam, stuff blunts, call em sumos walkin out the walk, with a veggie meal you know kick yo feet up like weed up, show yo speeder

(outro) i’m the king, man i run the underworld, guy i make the money, man i change minds.